Chapter 65 Twenty-nine

When I arrived at Rong Zong, Mr. Fu was not in the ward, but the master was sitting in the room. He said he was waiting for me. He had something to say, and Mr. Fu asked the nurse to push him out for an examination. The old man's illness is very dangerous. The master told me straight to the point, I asked Dr. Ding in the morning, and he said that the old man's hypotension reached 125, and his blood pressure fluctuated violently. People of his age could have accidents at any time.Stay here and don't leave even one step.I asked the nurse that I could set up a bed here to accompany the patients at night.You work hard these two nights, don't sleep, I will call Xiaoyu and the others to change your shift during the day.

The master took another two thousand yuan out of his pocket and handed it over to me. I have to do for him immediately what the old man entrusted to me.Our Anle Township has turned upside down again, and I can't leave.If something happens here, you call the bar right away. After the master left, I took the opportunity to eat a plate of fried rice with eggs in the restaurant below.Back in Ward 305, the nurse had sent Mr. Fu back to the room. The curtains in the room were drawn down, and it became dark, like night.There was an extra oxygen tank beside the bed. Mr. Fu was lying quietly with his eyes closed. I didn't dare to disturb him, so I sat on the chair at the foot of the bed to accompany him.In addition, the patient lying on the bed is also a retired veteran officer.It is said that it was a cerebral hemorrhage, and he has been unconscious for several days. His family members have been guarding him in shifts, and relatives and friends sent many flowers, which filled half of the house.The scent of flowers mixed with the smell of medicine and the filth of the patient's excrement made the air in the room even more turbid.

It was around six o'clock in the evening when the nurse brought dinner and woke up Mr. Fu.Dinner was a bowl of stewed beef and carrot soup, two slices of stewed chicken breast, green beans and a small ball of white rice.Mr. Fu's hands trembled, and he couldn't hold the bowls and chopsticks steadily.I picked him up, wrapped a napkin around his chest, took a spoonful of beef soup and fed him half a bowl of beef soup, then cut the chicken breast into thin strips with a knife, and put it in Mr. After two squeezes, Mr. Fu stopped eating.After the nurse took away the dinner plate, a young resident doctor came in, took the pulse and blood pressure of Mr. Fu, tried the oxygen tank next to him, and asked Mr. Fu about his condition as usual.The comatose old general in the next bed, the resident doctor only felt his pulse and left.I went over to cover the bed sheet for Mr. Fu, and took the opportunity to briefly tell Mr. Fu about going to see Fu Tianci at Lingguang Nursery in the morning.

Fu Tianci also asked the old man when he would go to see him.I laughed. Alas, that child is the most worrying, Mr. Fu sighed, I have left all my things to him and the children in Lingguang Nursery. Mr. Fu looked at me and said again: Ah Qing, I'm afraid the old man doesn't have anything good left for you. What does the old man say these things about!I stop. You bring the chair over.Old Fu ordered me to say. It's time for the old man to rest. Let's talk tomorrow if you have something to say. While I am still fresh, I have something to tell you.Mr. Fu insisted. I saw that Mr. Fu seemed to be more energetic and his voice was not as weak as before, so I pulled the chair to the head of the bed and sat down beside his head.

I heard that someone in Anle Township is going to make trouble?Mr. Fu asked. "Chunshen Evening News" is a lousy reporter who wrote a boring article and recruited some curious people to watch the excitement. After reading it for a few days, I returned to normal. I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in the nest in Anle Township for long!Mr. Fu said regretfully, you children, I am afraid that from now on you will have to divide your things and start wandering.Children like you, I have helped a lot in the past ten years, before and after.Some still struggled and climbed up by themselves.Some fell to the bottom, sinking deeper and deeper, and there was nothing I could do.You guys, let each of you rely on your own good luck.Ah Ching

Mr. Fu stretched out a trembling hand from under the quilt, and I went up to meet him, holding Mr. Fu's withered hand with both hands. I know that my deadline is not far away.When Yang Jinhai came in the morning, I explained everything to him about the funeral. I didn't want to drag others down, and kept everything simple.But I'm afraid there's always something unfinished, and I need someone to finish it for me.You have been with me these days, and you have figured out my temper, so you should consider cooking for me.Like that child Fu Tianci, when you are free in the future, go to Lingguang to see him for me.

All right, old man, I will definitely go.I agree. Ah Qing, Mr. Fu squeezed my hand tightly. For the past two nights, I was very restless. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Ah Wei. He seemed to be in pain. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, I saw two wet tear stains suddenly appeared on Mr. Fu's freckled face and his thin cheeks. Old man, you can sleep well tonight, I gently put old man Fu's hand back into the quilt, I won't go back, I will stay here with you. I turned off the lamp by the bed and pulled the chair back to its original position.I took off the military jacket left by Ah Wei, covered my chest, and sat in the dim ward, waiting.The night in the hospital is very long, every minute and every second seems to be extended many times, and it is also very quiet. Occasionally, a night nurse walks by in the corridor outside, and her footsteps are also light.I leaned on the chair and tried my best not to fall asleep, while listening to Mr. Fu's heavy breathing on the hospital bed.Around midnight, I heard a change in Mr. Fu's breathing, and it started to be a little rapid. After a while, there was a rattling sound in my throat. I hurriedly got up and turned on the lamp.Mr. Fu opened his mouth, his saliva flowed out, white foam came from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, he looked at me, but he couldn't speak, he just yelled twice with his tongue hard, his face pale Big change, turning blue.I turned on the warning light with one hand, and ran out to find the night nurse. The nurse ran in, immediately turned on the oxygen tank, and put on the oxygen mask for Mr. Fu.The resident doctor also hurriedly brought in two other nurses, and immediately gave Mr. Fu an injection. He directed several nurses to push them to the emergency room with a push bed and an oxygen tank.I waited outside the emergency room for two hours before the doctor came out sweating and said that Mr. Fu's condition had stabilized, but he was in a coma.

Mr. Fu has been in a coma and has never woken up. He dragged on very hard.His face was covered with an oxygen mask, his arm was inserted into a syringe for continuous IV injections, and his whole body was covered with rubber tubes. His back was already bent badly, but now because of difficulty breathing, his body curled up even more into a ball. In the morning, the master brought Xiaoyu Wu Min and the mouse, and brought the primitive man Axiongzai.Everyone stood quietly around Mr. Fu's hospital bed, not daring to make a sound.Ah Xiongzai froze, his mouth dropped and opened wide.I whispered an outline of what happened last night in the master's ear. At the most dangerous time, Mr. Fu's high blood pressure dropped to seventy, and his low blood pressure was close to zero.Dr. Ding came to see it in the morning, and he made it very clear that it would only take three to five days at most.The master immediately assigned work, he asked Xiaoyu to replace me, and asked me to go back to rest and take over in the evening. He took Ah Xiongzi to see the coffin, order mourning clothes, make shrouds, and prepare for Mr. Fu's funeral. Wu Min and the mouse still returned to Anle Township go.

Sure enough, as Dr. Ding expected, Mr. Fu died at ten o'clock in the morning on the fifth day after coma. When he died, the master brought A Xiongzi and us all in the room. Everyone surrounded Mr. Fu and stood Both sides of the bed.Doctor Ding announced the death of Mr. Fu, and the nurse turned off the oxygen tank and lifted the oxygen mask covering Mr. Fu's face.Mr. Fu's face was already darkened, and he was probably panting in pain at the end. His brows were wrinkled, his mouth was crooked, and his whole face was distorted and distorted, as if he was still struggling.The nurse pulled up the white sheet and covered it over Mr. Fu's head, and under the white sheet was covered Mr. Fu's curved body.

We welcomed Mr. Fu's body back home that day.In the past few days, the master has made all the preparations for Mr. Fu's funeral. The coffin has been bought the day before and brought home. It is placed in the center of the living room and placed on two benches.The master said that Mr. Fu told him to have a light burial, no obituary, no attendance at the funeral parlor, and all religious ceremonies were exempted, and he specifically ordered a coffin made of rough materials and cheap.The coffin was made of Chinese fir, and the workmanship was very rough. The surface of the coffin was not polished, it was uneven, the paint was just dry, it was dark, and it had no luster at all.The coffin was a standard size, long and horizontal in the living room, with its head and tail raised.When we returned to Mr. Fu's house, the first master ordered us to cleanse Mr. Fu and change his quilt.I went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of hot water, then poured it into the bathtub, soaked in cold water, and adjusted it to moderate heat.We put Mr. Fu's body on his bed. His body was cold and stiff.We took off the nightgown that he was wearing outside, but it was not easy to take off the round neck sweater that he was wearing underneath, because Mr. Fu's arms were already frozen and he had to pull them up with difficulty.I went to find a pair of scissors and cut the undershirt from the front to the middle. Xiaoyu helped me slowly take off the two halves of the undershirt from Mr. Fu. We also took off his underwear. We haven’t done anything for Mr. Fu these two days. Changing clothes, the underwear was stained with spots, I asked Wu Min to wrap up the dirty underwear with a nightgown and take it out.Xiaoyu and I, I lifted my upper body, Xiaoyu lifted my lower body, and carried Mr. Fu into the bathroom.Both Xiaoyu and I rolled up our sleeves and began to scrub Mr. Fu with soap.Mr. Fu's body was thin and shriveled, and his rickety back looked even more bony and tall. His lower body was covered with feces. We changed a basin of water before washing it off.The mouse found two towels, and the four of us worked together to dry Mr. Fu's body. Xiaoyu combed his messy white hair neatly with a comb, and then we carried Mr. Fu back to the room.The master has already gone out to take back the shroud, and also bought incense candles and flowers.The shroud is a set of Tang suit clothes made of white silk.We put on the shroud for Mr. Fu, supported by several people, and buried Mr. Fu's body in the crude fir coffin.

We set up a simple mourning hall in the living room, found a pair of earthen jars from the kitchen, filled them with rice, inserted a pair of candles into them, and used them as candle holders.We put the earthen pot on the altar table in the living room, at the bottom of Mr. Fu's military uniform photo, and lit the candles.The master originally bought benzoin, but I think Mr. Fu is used to using sandalwood on weekdays and still has some at home, so he still lit sandalwood in the incense burner.The flowers are ginger flowers. I changed the water in the vase, put the flowers in, and offered them between the two candles.The incense candles were slowly lit up, and we all sat down around Mr. Fu's coffin, and began to guard the coffin for Mr. Fu. The master sat facing the head of the coffin on the armchair that Mr. Fu used to sit on, lowered his voice, and explained to us about the funeral. According to the rules, one should go to the monastery to chant sutras first before sending the old man up the mountain.But the old man repeatedly reminded them, so all the ceremonies were exempted, and he didn't want to stay at home, so he was buried immediately.The old man's birthday grave has been packed long ago, and it is on the top of the hill of Liuzhangli Jile Cemetery.I went up the day before yesterday to see that everything is ready-made, so there is no need to bother. I think we can send the old man up the mountain tomorrow. The master also said that there are more and more miscellaneous people in Anle Township, and the police will eventually be called in. Now that Mr. Fu is gone, let alone asylum, the master announced very solemnly: We, Anle Township, will be temporarily closed starting tonight. We were all silent for a while, and the master continued to assign work. Tonight's wake, I will take Ah Xiong to sit on the first watch, Xiaoyu to sit on the second watch, Ah Qing to watch the third watch, Wu Min to watch the fourth watch, and the mouse to sit on the fifth watch at the last watch with candles and incense. Be careful not to fall asleep. Before it was his turn to sit, he first went to Mr. Fu's room and my room to rest.I went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of porridge to prepare everyone for the vigil to feed their hunger. I made a bowl in the kitchen first, and I planned to finish the watch before going to bed. After the second watch, Xiaoyu also went to the kitchen to eat a bowl of porridge, then went back to my room, and I took over his shift.I sat alone in the living room, in the flickering candlelight, facing the two portraits of Mr. Fu and Fu Wei on the wall.Mr. Fu is wearing a general uniform with a diagonal belt on his chest. He is majestic. The portrait of Fu Wei next to him is equivalent to Mr. Fu's 20 years younger. He has the same square face and the same resolutely upturned mouth. Lieutenant's uniform with a stripe pinned to his collar.But Fu Wei's eyes were shining with a strange look, a wild and unrestrained arrogance, which was not in the eyes of Mr. Fu.I suddenly remembered that Mr. Fu told me that night that after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he took Ah Wei to Qinghai for inspection.Each of them, father and son, got a famous horse, looking back at the moon and the snow lion.Fu Wei stepped on the snow lion and galloped across the green grassland, winning applause from the officers and soldiers present. At that moment, the joy and pride in Mr. Fu's heart probably reached its peak.The candles on the altar burned lower and lower, but the scent of sandalwood became more intense.The tiredness of the past few days suddenly came out, my eyes were sore and dry, and the photos on the wall became more and more blurred.In the dimness, I seem to see two figures sitting on the armchair in the living room, one is Mr. Fu, who is still sitting on his usual chair, and the other is Wang Kuilong.The posture of the two of them facing each other was exactly the same as that day.Mr. Fu was wearing moon-white clothes, and his back was so high that it seemed to be covered by a small mountain.Wang Kuilong was dressed in black. His eyes were piercing, and he was eagerly confiding to Mr. Fu. His mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound. Mr. Fu waved a signal.Old Master Fu's face was full of grief, he stared at Wang Kuilong fixedly, and did not answer.The two of them confronted each other like this, and there was no sound at all for a long time.I walked over, and Wang Kuilong suddenly disappeared, but Mr. Fu stood up slowly and turned his face away.When I saw it, it wasn't Mr. Fu, but my father!His short, wire-like gray hair stood on end, and his bloodshot eyes stared at me, spouting anger.I turned around and ran away, but my feet went limp and I fell down. I woke up with a sound of oops, opened my eyes, and broke out in cold sweat. The sweat on my back dripped down one by one. black coffin.